Neck was a sensitive spot for werewolves and Lycans. Their enemy could kill them the moment they got a hold of their neck. They could snap or slit their neck and they wouldn't even be given a chance to heal.
Therefore, after so many years of living in pursuit by Jedrek's people and avoiding many creatures that wanted him dead, Kace wasn't used to lower his guard even when he was sleeping.
Hope's touch on his face was something that his subconscious didn't read as a threat, but when she touched Kace's neck, it was another thing entirely.
"Are you hurt?" Kace's brows furrowed as he rubbed the place where Hope touched before. "Does it hurt?"
"A little bit." Hope murmured and let Kace ease the pain by rubbing her head gently. They were so close.
While Kace's focus was on Hope's head, Hope's focus was on how fragrant he smelled.
"I am sorry Hope." Kace's brows creased in concern.
